THIRTY-FOUR
Someone somewhere got word that Poppy and Primrose were returning home. The news vans had been waiting for them outside the airport after landing. Some even tried to tail them home, which didn’t make much sense. It took an hour to drive from the airport to the house and it wasn’t like the Adler Estate was a secret. It stood on its own patch of land almost forty miles outside the capital. Once upon a time the land had been farmed, and they still had their orchards, though those were more of a family hobby than a major money-maker.
The Adler family, which her grandmother had been born into, had made their money in industry. Production and manufacturing placed them high on the social ladder at the turn of the last century. Despite its English country manor appearance
